The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Cui Yingying heard a sweet crisp sound, her thoughts were intertwined, and a complicated scene could not help but appear in her heart, like a palace, or a fairy gently plucking the strings on Tingting's jade fingers. She imagined that beautiful tiara, which should be luxurious, inlaid with bright gems, shining with dazzling light.

Cui Yingying's mind was racing again. She imagined herself wearing a Tingting jade skirt, gently swaying the skirt, and the bronze rings jingling, like a fairy blooming with hibiscus. Wearing a beautiful dress, she walked like a fairy descending to earth, floating in the air.

Just when she was in a state of mind, she felt the voice sweep over her like a gust of wind, like an iron horse galloping, lifting up her skirt and raising her long skirt. Cui Yingying raised her head in surprise and found the willow tree swaying in the wind, making a crisp sound.

Her eyes turned to the row of golden hooks on the wall. The breeze blew and the golden hooks jingled like beautiful music. The jade ring on the golden hook is crystal clear and shining.

At the same time, it seemed that a burst of bells was ringing, like an iron horse breaking through the sky, high-pitched, loud, melodious and magnificent. The high and low sounds of the bells are like musical notes, jumping in the night sky.

At this moment, time seemed to have stood still. Cui Yingying felt as if she was in a mysterious palace, surrounded by various sounds.

Cui Yingying fell into deep thought. These sounds were like magic, bringing her into an otherworldly realm. Her thoughts seemed to be intertwined with these sounds to form a wonderful picture, and she couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice broke her reverie. Cui Yingying suddenly came back to her senses. She felt that she was trapped in a strange atmosphere, as if she was being pulled by a mysterious force.

Cui Yingying listened quietly to the low voice, like a child's whisper, gently passing by her ears. The sound seemed to come from the other side of the small window, as if the two were having a secret conversation, conveying deep affection.

She couldn't help but feel that the people over there might also be full of troubles and worries, with endless thoughts. But she herself was full of affection, and the feelings in her heart became clearer and clearer. In this quiet night, Cui Yingying felt that the relationship between them was like Jiaoluan and Chufeng, who were supposed to be a perfect match, but were separated due to a trick of fate.

The music did not end at that time, and her heart continued to heat up. The emotions in these two places are entangled and intertwined, like a shrike and a flying swallow, wandering in the east and west directions. The delicate expressions of these emotions are all hidden in the wordless rhythm.

Cui Yingying's heart seemed to be closely connected with the person who made the noise. She looks forward to more notes, more sounds, more emotions, so that the connection between them will be closer.

At this moment, the night seemed to become more mysterious and beautiful, and Cui Yingying's heart gradually became lost under this wonderful note, becoming more closely connected with that mysterious person.

"Sister, listen here. I think the lady will be here in a minute." Hongyun's voice broke Cui Yingying's thoughts.

Cui Yingying looked at Hongyun doubtfully, her heart still immersed in the wonderful scene just now. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or the voices from the outside world, but she felt that those voices seemed to have been integrated with her emotions.

It's late at night, the moonlight is bright outside the courtyard, and the scenery is picturesque. In this silent night, Cui Yingying's heart was still filled with the wonderful sounds and thoughts just now. She couldn't let go, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, looking forward to that moment coming again.

The matchmaker thought in her heart: "Mr. Lang, I have accomplished what I agreed with you. What happens next is up to you. But you must let sister Yingying understand your wish, otherwise, you will not be able to succeed." Lian Li, how can I escape from slavery?"

Seeing that Yingying was silent, she turned around and walked out of the corner door.

Qintong saw the matchmaker leaving from a distance, and his heart calmed down.

He stood next to Zhang Sheng, took a deep breath, and watched the matchmaker's back disappear into the distance. A relieved smile finally appeared on his face. He said softly to Zhang Sheng: "Mr. Lang, there is someone over there, it must be the little lady Yingying. You can play the music now. The lady should be waiting for your music there."

Zhang Sheng nodded, his heart filled with emotion. His fingers gently rubbed the strings, feeling its subtle texture, as if communicating with the piano.

Zhang Sheng thought in his heart: "I have tuned the strings. Now I will play and sing a song called "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix." In the past, Sima Xiangru used this song to ask for literary achievements. Jun Fang's heart, although I am not as good as Xiangru, I hope the lady can have this intention like Wen Jun.

He understood the importance of this song. After all, it was "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix." Sima Xiangru once used this song to express his deep feelings. He is full of sincere feelings and hopes to express his love through this song.

Zhang Sheng began to play, his fingertips flicking the strings lightly, producing crisp notes. The sound of the piano is clear and clear, like the gurgling water, full of deep affection and longing. Zhang Sheng's eyes also became focused and affectionate, and he seemed to be completely integrated into the music.

Along with the sound of the piano, he began to sing, his voice gentle but firm. The lyrics are melodious and full of meaning. The "beauty" mentioned in the song seems to be no longer an unattainable dream lover, but a real existence in his heart. He sang about his longing for her and his longing for a better future.

The piano boy only listened to the lyrics: "There is a beauty here, and I will never forget it when I see her. I don't see her for a day, and I miss her like crazy. The phoenix is ​​flying, and I am looking for phoenix from all over the world. But the beauty is here, not on the east wall. Zhang Xian speaks on behalf of her, and I want it. Tell your heart. When will you see Xu Xi and comfort me in my hesitation? May your words be worthy of your virtue and join hands to fight! Don't let me fly to my death."

The piano boy stood aside, quietly listening to Zhang Sheng's music and singing. As the lyrics unfolded, he couldn't help but think of many things. He had heard this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" many times, but now, the deep affection and longing in the lyrics seemed to have a more intimate connection with him.

He thought of his parents, who taught him that love is beautiful and precious, but also fragile. In this world, not every love can come true, but if you have the courage to pursue it, it is worth cherishing.

At this moment, the night sky outside the window seemed more peaceful, and the moonlight shone on the floor through the window, as if it was a witness to this sincere emotion. At the same time, the wind whispered outside the window, and there was a slight wiping sound, which seemed to be a response to his performance.

As the song progresses, Zhang Sheng's emotions become more and more intense. He is no longer just a performer and singer, but more like he is having an inner dialogue with himself. His eyes often looked at Cui Yingying in the distance during the performance, as if he was looking forward to conveying this sincere emotion to the person he loved deeply.

The song ended and the singing died down. Zhang Sheng put away the strings and gently wiped the sweat from the corner of his mouth. He sat there, waiting for a response, hoping that the song would touch Cui Yingying's heart.

After the song ended, Qintong didn't speak immediately. He hopes that this piece of music can convey the deepest emotions of the owner, and at the same time, it also inspires him to bravely pursue what he loves without fear of any difficulties.

Time seems to become slow and precious at this moment, as if the whole world has stopped for this sincere and beautiful love.

Qintong suddenly felt that the breeze outside the house became gentler. This seemed to be the response of nature, and it was also waiting for that beautiful response.

Zhang Sheng and Qintong both held their breath and said nothing.

After a long time, I heard Cui Yingying's praise from over there: "You play so well!"